I'll Send You a Couple of Zombies

Back in the residential complex, he quietly watched the lush, leafy trees. Why was he so absorbed in watching them? He did not know either.

The complex was too quiet. Other than his own breathing, it seemed there was no other sound.

"I'm the only one left."

Lin Fan walked toward the stairwell and saw someone standing on the second-floor balcony of the neighboring building.

It was a burly bald man. He was extremely wary and made no sound, only waving his hand.

"What is it?"

Lin Fan knew him. He was a drug addict and a bad person. He had bullied Lin Fan before, stealing his bicycle and refusing to admit it when Lin Fan caught him. In the end, Lin Fan called the police and got his bicycle back, but the next day, Baldy beat him up.

When Baldy heard Lin Fan speak, his heart skipped a beat. He cursed Lin Fan as an idiot inside. How could he dare talk? Was he not afraid of drawing zombies over?

Baldy found a piece of cardboard and wrote on it.

"Bring the vegetables and water to my door."

Baldy had hidden at home, drugged out of his mind. When he woke up and turned on the television, he discovered that the outside world had changed drastically. He tried to escape, but the moment he opened the door, he saw hideous, terrifying zombies. Frightened, he retreated into his home and no longer dared go anywhere.

There was no food at home, and he was starving. He was shocked that Lin Fan could move around freely, but that was not the important part. He wanted Lin Fan to come over so he could use the chance to lure away the zombies outside his door.

His intentions were vicious.

"No." Lin Fan shook his head, answering decisively. You bullied me before. Why would I give you anything?

"You motherfucker." Baldy's lips moved as he suppressed his anger and wrote on the cardboard, "Bring the stuff to my door. I'll let you live with me. When we get the chance, I'll take you out of here. I know a secret base."

"I still won't give it to you." Lin Fan remained calm. As for whether his voice would attract zombies, he did not care.

Baldy's face darkened as he neared the edge of his rage. He had not expected this brat to be so ungrateful.

Fine, since you wanted to die.

Then he would grant your wish.

At that moment, Baldy picked up a metal washbasin and slapped it with his palm, producing a crisp ringing sound. The noise carried, and movement soon followed.

Roar!

It was the roar of zombies that had heard the sound.

Several zombies emerged from the silent stairwell, twisting their bodies as they spotted Lin Fan and lunged at him wildly.

Baldy snarled, "If you won't give it to me, then go die."

Lin Fan had expected this situation long ago. Bad people were bad people. If you did not obey them, they would want to kill you. This was the dark side of human nature.

Baldy watched Lin Fan stand there and sneered. So calm, was he?

But in his eyes, Lin Fan had simply been scared stupid.

Lin Fan set the vegetables he had bought and the water jug on the ground. He had paid for them. If they got ruined, that would truly be a waste.

The fastest zombie charged at him with a roar. Its grayish-white eyeballs rolled in its sockets, and chunks of flesh clung to its bloody mouth. No... those seemed to be intestines. It looked like it had bitten a lot of people.

"If I remember correctly, you should be Uncle Zhou's son, right?" Lin Fan studied it. Trying to identify someone from a face that had been completely mangled was rather difficult.

Splat!

The kitchen knife swept across and struck its head, splitting its skull as black blood flowed out. He kicked it away.

"This brat is that strong?" Baldy was stunned and could not believe it. The guy he had once beaten without any chance to fight back could actually kill zombies—and do it so easily, like chopping vegetables.

Another zombie pounced.

Without panicking, Lin Fan swung the kitchen knife. It truly was like chopping vegetables, one slash per zombie. It had to do with his strength; cutting through anything was easy for him.

Only two zombies remained, and he did not want to chop them.

He tossed aside the kitchen knife, kicked one zombie flying, then hoisted the other onto his shoulder and hurled it fiercely toward the second-floor window.

"Fuck! What the hell are you trying to do?"

Baldy sensed that something was wrong. By the time he reacted, the zombie had already smashed through the window and rolled onto the balcony. The pain-free zombie roared and lunged at him.

Lin Fan grabbed the zombie he had kicked to the ground and threw it toward the second floor.

"Fuck your mother! I'm going to chop you to death!" Baldy roared furiously. One zombie was already hard enough to fend off, and now another had been thrown in. He was completely overwhelmed by despair.

"Ah!"

A scream rang out. Baldy was bitten once. He tried to jump out the window to escape, but the two zombies grabbed him, gnawing on him as they dragged him inside.

Baldy's ten fingers clawed desperately at the balcony as he stared at Lin Fan with furious, despairing eyes.

"Fuck your mother..."

His legs were gnawed into a bloody mess by the zombies. One zombie pried apart his buttocks and chewed them to pulp.

In the end, he lost the ability to resist and was dragged into the room. His miserable screams filled the complex with fear and unease. No one dared come out to see what was happening.

They knew someone was being eaten by zombies.

Lin Fan watched quietly. Once Baldy was no longer visible, he picked up the vegetables, hoisted the water jug onto his shoulder, and turned to leave.

"You like harming people so much, so I sent you two."

He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the seventh floor.

He did not know how many people were still alive in this residential complex, but he did not want to meddle. The zombies outside were truly terrifying and especially dangerous.

Fortunately, he had been smart enough to clean up the place thoroughly.

Otherwise, if corpses were left there for too long, they would definitely stink.

After returning home, he put the vegetables in the kitchen and placed the water jug on the water dispenser.

He looked at the alarm clock.

11:00.

It was time to make lunch. He was getting a little hungry.

He did not know whether the water from the Water Treatment Plant was drinkable, but it was fine. It should not be a problem for washing vegetables.

After washing the vegetables and meat, he skillfully chopped them up, then rinsed the rice. He had a small rice cooker, about the size of a bowl, that cooked rice particularly quickly.

A faint aroma of rice drifted through the kitchen.

Lin Fan sat in front of the computer and continued browsing websites.

This was the second day of the zombie outbreak.

Although the outside world had changed a little, everything still seemed fine to him.

Suddenly.

A news notification popped up in the bottom-right corner of the computer screen.

"Huh, there's still news to watch at a time like this?"

Lin Fan clicked on the news.

"All surviving citizens, do not expect rescue. This is an indiscriminate infection, and everything has fallen completely into chaos. The system has collapsed from within. We hope you can survive through your own efforts. Believe in yourselves. As long as you are alive, there is hope. You must unite. You must unite..."

There was not much content, but it utterly crushed those who had been waiting for rescue.

They had thought the country would quickly suppress this zombie unrest. Who could have expected such an outcome?

Indiscriminate infection meant that even if a group of people stayed in a room together, someone could turn into a zombie and cause them to collapse from within.

Even if some lucky groups managed to survive, how could they withstand such an enormous number of zombies? These zombies were fast and felt no pain. Dealing with them was truly difficult.

Lin Fan saw his phone screen light up. There was no notification sound, only a text message that had appeared out of nowhere.

In a secret base hidden deep underground.

A middle-aged man with a deathly pale face and a bleeding arm struggled to operate a supercomputer, sending the information to every citizen.

Everything had happened too suddenly. Zombies had appeared in the base.

No one had time to react.

Roar!

The middle-aged man's body trembled as he let out a low growl. Veins rose across his face, his eyes rolled back and turned grayish-white, and he became a zombie, wandering through the computer room.

When Lin Fan saw the message, he remained calm. Yes, they truly should not expect rescue.

There were so many people in a city, and zombies made up the overwhelming majority.

How many people would have to be sent in to eliminate them and rescue the survivors?

Lin Fan browsed the forum. There were very few posts and even fewer comments.

Even the newly appearing posts were full of regret.

"Brothers, I'm done for. I'm making my cloud drive public. It has the artistic films I've collected for years. Anyone who wants them can take them. They're all classics. Treat them well. Don't spray your fluids onto the screen. Give my collection its last bit of dignity."

"I was playing cards with my girlfriend when a zombie broke in. Now my girlfriend and the zombie are both pounding on my door, and I've been bitten too. I'll turn into a zombie soon. This is a picture of my girlfriend. I just want everyone to know that my girlfriend is very pretty. Are you jealous?"

Lin Fan looked at the posts. They were all interesting topics, but so far, no one had commented.

Both posts had taken courage to make.

For posts like these, replies were important. Without replies, there was no point.

First post: May good people live in peace!

Second post: I'm really jealous!

He replied very seriously. He definitely was not being perfunctory.

He sniffed the air.

He caught the scent of cooked rice, got up from the computer desk, and went to stir-fry the dishes. He liked to cook after the rice was done so he could eat a hot meal.